342 Relying on the people you trust

Surrounded by browning grass stalks and fallen leaves was an enchanting celestial being lying on the ground exuding an air of fragility. His once radiant fair skin had lost its lustre. The once soft lips with a tinge of pink that gave even strangers impure thoughts were now cracked and dry.

His once neat robe devoid of filth were dishevelled with inconspicuous spots of dirt. Below his belt, there was a wet stain that made the robe a darker shade of black. The holes surrounded by the bloodstain had traces of splinters from the split tree trunk that had pierced through his body when he fell from the sky.

He was in a terrible condition but despite all this, he looked like a heavenly beauty frozen in time waiting upon a prince to bestow him with a kiss and wake him up. The prince however was in a state of panic.